The Divine Hunter

Under warm yellow light.

Telescope at both ends.

The witcher with dark golden pupils is having a heated discussion with the glamorous sorceress.

"Coral, about the witcher's recipe, it's not just cat pie. By coincidence, I also got the recipe of the flying lion monster school!"

"Huh?" Rita Ned seemed to have heard too much good news in one night. She was stunned for a moment, her eyes were blank, her red lips were slightly open, and her pretty face was filled with a cute temperament.

"Little bastard, you didn't mention that you've been to Hackland before, where did you get the recipe for the Flying Lion?"

The sorceress had never seen a lion hunter, but she had seen from ancient sources that the lion hunter came from Zerekan or Hackland, east of the Blue Mountains.

"I 'bought it' from a mysterious businessman, and it cost me a 'big price'." Roy held back his smile. In the past, a dignified and glamorous lady would rarely show such a gaffe. expression.

But Roy liked her expression more, which was a little more lively and kind.

More to surprise her later.

Next, the witcher spread out the recipe in front of the telescopic mirror, and let the sorceress on the other end translate and record it.

"Huh...green mutants, blue, red, about 6:1:1, a completely different ratio from snake pie...mother's tears, black wort...there are many differences in composition."

She stared at the thin piece of paper, her beautiful eyes shining, her pretty face tense, revealing a trace of researcher's frenzy, and she almost wanted to conduct experiments on the spot.

Warlocks have more or less symptoms of experimental addiction.

After two minutes.

"Uh... Coral, you have read the recipe, and you should have some confidence. So can you give me a letter? Compared with the cat pie, the flying lion monster, and the snake pie, which herbal decoction is safer? ?"

"I'm not sure, I have to personally preside over a trial, get valid data, and then know it after a comparative analysis, and I have only presided over the Snake Sect trial for you."

"But based on this recipe and my personal opinion."

"Among the three, in terms of danger, the cat faction is greater than the snake faction is greater than the flying lion monster..."

Then the second trial of green grass,

What is the safest way to choose a flying lion monster formula?

Roy rubbed his temples, pursed his lips, and asked the world-shattering question hesitantly, "If you have passed the grass trial of a certain school, can you conduct the second grass trial and choose a formula from another school?"

"Little bastard, why do you have such dangerous thoughts?" Rita Ned put down the formula in her hand, leaned her pretty face in front of the telescopic mirror, put her hands around her chest, and said in a stern tone, "Mutation formulas cannot be mixed, you must not mess up. Come!"

Roy's heart sank,

The sorceress explained,

"The formula of each school has been studied over generations and improved hundreds of times."

"It wasn't until the witcher and the warlock who researched mutations turned against each other... The improvement could not continue, and the formula was completely fixed. The formulas of different schools have fusion and overlap, but there are also conflicts and contradictions in medicinal properties. For example, the snake school and the flying lion Strange."

"Whether it's taking these two decoctions at the same time, or one after the other, after the first trial, and the second time, the conflict of medicinal properties will inevitably be avoided."

"They will fight in your body, destroying them, and making you suffer! Coupled with the lethality of the decoction itself, there is a high probability that it will—" the sorceress flickered with a cold light, "to kill you!"

"You mean the second dose is more deadly than the first?"

A trace of fear flashed in Roy's eyes, and he can still clearly recall the few months when life was worse than death in the Temple of Goddess Meritelli.

If it weren't for full recovery, his grave grass should be three meters high.

But no matter how dangerous it is, he has to continue.

This is the only way to improve the witcher's rank.

What's more, if you want to gain power, how can you not take some risks?

"Actually, after completing a green grass trial, the potion tolerance should increase explosively."

"The ability to fight against the second dose of herbal decoction will also increase, and the probability of passing it will increase!"

...

"Your consideration is not unreasonable, but unfortunately there is no real data comparison... I have never heard of which witcher takes two different herbal decoctions."

"I can only judge based on experience. If the two balance out, the trial will become more dangerous!"

Rita Ned's voice suddenly softened, and she looked at the witcher's face carefully.

"I can probably guess what you think, through the second mutation, to further enhance the strength? But listen to my advice, compared with the increased danger, that little strength is not worth mentioning... There is overlap in the herbal decoction, and the second medicine is taken. The improvement is not as big as you think.”

"You are still very young, Roy, and there are still many long-lived people who have never enjoyed the fun... You can't risk a huge risk of life to make a second mutation... Honestly follow the bald barbarian to learn the way of the witcher, step by step, it is the right way. way."

"If I have a very important reason to have a second mutation..." Anjin's pupils stared at the sorceress's smooth and delicate cheeks, with a hint of pleading, "Can you help me, Coral? I only know you one. Sorceress!"

The woman in front of the telescopic mirror pursed her red lips, turned her face away angrily, and the waves undulating in front of her chest.

It took a while to calm down.

"You mean immediately, right away?"

"No, I'll have to wait a few months. After the cat pie's green grass trial... After all, I haven't prepared all the ingredients for the decoction."

He has to stock up on experience.

It's almost time to return from Kyle Morhan.

"Stubborn little bastard, you just want to die like that?! Well, then I will help you... See if I can be targeted and improve the formula a little." The sorceress sighed, with a hint of inquiry in her bright eyes. , What gave this young man the confidence to not fear death?

"If it doesn't work well," she said quietly, "it's up to me to give you the last ride with my own hands."

"Cough, cough..." Roy's face flashed blood red, he patted his chest and took a deep breath, "Coral, the grass trial is so settled?"

There was a slight humming in her nose.

"Then entering the third topic, are there any powerful and well-connected warlocks around you? According to the depth of magic, can you rank among the top three in the Warlock Association?" Roy asked expectantly.

One of the three materials to strengthen the blood of the ancients, the blood essence of powerful spellcasters, can also find a way from the coral.

"Little bastard, one problem after another tonight, is it possible that you are treating me as a magic wishing machine?" The sorceress on the other end of the telescopic mirror raised her chin slightly, her eyes displeased!

After saying this.

"Snapped--"

She clapped.

The light on the screen was instantly extinguished,

The room was quiet again, leaving the witcher alone in the tattered room with the cold wind blowing.

"It seems that I pushed too hard, and the gift hasn't been delivered yet." Roy sighed, feeling a little guilty.

It's not right to keep making requests as soon as we meet.

At the same time, he also has a clear understanding. When dealing with women, he should first be polite and then soldiers. First, he should say a few sweet words to open his heart, and then——

"Crack-"

The light in the room suddenly turned on again.

The magic screen re-condensed, revealing that beautiful and pretty face.

Through the telescope, she happened to see the witcher's mouth slightly open, lamenting and astonished.

He immediately covered his red lips, smiling like a silver bell, and he was out of breath.

"Little bastard, I just like to see your surprised expression! You're as stupid as a donkey."

Qianqian pointed her fingers at the telescopic mirror, as if she had touched the witcher's head from a distance. She suddenly stopped her laughter and changed her tone, "But...it's also cute and silly."

"Before I change my mind, let's talk about it, I know the powerful warlocks, but why are you looking for them?"

"This—" Roy rubbed his slightly swollen cheeks.

Are women so fickle no matter how old they are?

If you say change your face, you will change your face.

"Can you help me get in touch, I want to negotiate a business with them and buy a unit of blood essence?"

"What did you say?"

"The blood essence of the warlock!" Roy saw the sorceress's face was wrong, and quickly explained, "We can sign a magic contract first, and we will never use blood to harm them!"

"Naive! How can things be as simple as you think?" Rita Ned shook her head, "Don't say it's blood essence, even a drop of blood, they can't give you..."

"A mage of that level doesn't consider superficial problems, there are many deep-seated reasons!"

"But it's not impossible..." The sorceress lowered her eyes, a hint of hesitation flashed on her pretty face.

"That's fine." Roy didn't want to repeatedly persecute a companion. This way was impossible, and he had another way.

Simply open-minded smile,

"By the way, Coral, before I say goodbye, I have a present for you."

"what gift?!"

The voice fell.

"Boom—"

A violent airflow suddenly blew in the room, the curtains were blown out of the window, and a square door emerged from the void.

The sorceress leaped lightly from the swirling air.

In just a few seconds, the nightgown was replaced by a noble purple low-cut long skirt.

She already had light makeup on.

Vivid and radiant.

A pretty face leaned in front of the witcher.

They were so close that they could feel each other's breath.

The sorceress was smiling and looking forward.

Roy's breathing stagnated.

How do you feel, this woman has long been ready?

"The gift is..."

"Wait later!"

Rita Ned interrupted him suddenly and took his hand.

With a wave of his hand, the spell was poured out.

The surging magic power shook the pendant violently.

"Boom—"

A second portal opened quickly in the room.

The two rushed in.

The surging airflow blew the bed and quilt in the whole room into a mess.

Huge movement.

Soon, a muscular man with amber eyes and a strong bald head opened the door.

When I looked through the probe, I could only see the empty room and the telescopic mirror with the remaining warmth.

"Ugh!"

There is no doubt that Rita Need, that bad woman, has kidnapped his disciple again!

"This brat, sooner or later, will be sucked into an adult!"

…

Under the bright moonlight.

A witcher and a sorceress appear in a canoe.

The two sat opposite each other, knees pressed against each other.

Surrounded by blue waters and boundless sea.

The moist, slightly fishy sea breeze blew toward the face, blowing the fiery red hair on the opposite side, and naughty brushing the witcher's cheek.

He smelled the fragrant rose fragrance drifting from the sorceress. He looked slightly dazed.

What happened, inexplicably was brought to the sea by the coral, on a canoe.

Isn't she going to take a beauty sleep?

"Little bastard, you didn't let me wait in vain, where is the gift you prepared?" Rita Ned looked over with burning eyes and held out her little hand.

"Here, try it and see if you like it." Roy touched his nose and took out the pearl necklace from the space.

From the Alphonse Manor Chamber of Secrets.

Cantila asked for another huge halostone, ready to be inlaid on the machete.

The moonlight falls on the beautiful pearls, and the beautiful moonlight is cut by the beads.

The radiant light is breathtaking.

The sorceress stared at the pearl necklace without blinking, her azure eyes were expressing her love, and her pretty face was filled with joy.

No woman can resist the allure of jewelry, and she is no exception.

But instead of taking the necklace hastily, she turned around, turned her back to the witcher, pulled her shawl hair aside, revealing her swan-like neck...

Roy was stunned for a moment, dark gold pupils wandered around between the necklace and neck,

This is understood.

Carefully, as if wiping porcelain, he gently put on a pearl necklace for her, and stroked the smooth and delicate skin with his fingertips, feeling the amazing heat and elasticity.

The sorceress turned around and took his hand lightly in her arms, rippling with autumn waves and her red lips.

"How about it, do you think it looks good?"

Roy stared at the bright moonlight, starlight, and the eyes that flowed in front of him.

After searching the intestines and scraping the stomach, I finally came up with a good word,

"You walk in the splendor of beauty, like the night, cloudless and full of stars; the most wonderful colors of light and darkness, appear in your appearance and autumn waves."

"Gumbling! Where did you hear these sweet words."

"I can't remember, maybe I heard it from Oakes. Don't you like it?"

"A few more songs, I like them very much!"

In the melodious poetry, the wooden boat sailed out of the coast, and the gentle waves hit the hull.

The two began to whisper.

"Is this your ideal? Coral, sailing in a wooden boat?"

"Little bastard, don't you want to accompany me?"

"No, I just heard that Oufeier on the other side is far, far away, I'm afraid it will take a few months."

"Go a little bit every day, you can always get there."

"But what if the wooden boat is overturned by waves and storms?"

"Then find another boat."

"There is a question, you have been avoiding it..." The sorceress's voice sounded, "You revealed in your sleep that you would not let me go to Suoshan Mountain. What's the reason?"

"There's so much involved, it's a long story...about a dream."

"It's okay, it's still early tonight, you speak slowly, I listen slowly..."

Coral leaned against Roy's thigh, her eyes were as gentle as water.

And the witcher rowed the wooden boat and talked about it.

Together, the two set off towards a bright moonlight on the sea not far away.

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